Jack
of the Lantern (a.k.a. Jack o' Lantern) got into trouble a long long
time ago some place in Europe. One version has it that he was kind of a
greedy guy and didn't share with those about him who were hungry, but
who knows what he really did to earn being in some kind of hell for
eternity. He knew he was assigned there for forever, and even though he
may have changed (over the years, the decades, the centuries) and maybe
even was kind and considerate of those around him, he couldn't get a
pass out of jail, so to speak. Still - a resourceful and determined
fellow - he didn't give up. He carved a big old turnip into a lantern,
and used a stick to nudge a burning lump of coal inside. During the
night, he wandered about the infernal territories looking for the trail
to heaven.
In the United States of America, we carve pumpkins
into Halloween decorations and call them Jack o' Lanterns. I've never
heard an ending to the story except that Jack o' Lantern continued to
walk the nights in search of an exit.
I like to imagine the
original Jack o' Lantern one night found his way out. Maybe he learned
the passageways of the cities and countryside so intimately that he
became a guide for lost souls in and out of the gates of hell, his funky
lantern a kind of dim and faithful eternal companion.
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